Moulin Rouge, Paris

A hop, skip and a jump away from Montmartre will land you in front of the Moulin Rouge, Paris’ famous cabaret founded in the 1800’s.

Although I have not seen the show myself, I would recommend at least walking by the neon-lit landmark and doing a little people watching. Word to the wise: tickets are rather pricey and sell-out quick… If you’re looking to see the show, get your tickets pronto! The cafe directly across the street is an awesome place to relax after a day of sightseeing, and you can chat with those who just saw the show or meet a fellow traveler or local.

Why not indulge in a tasty crème brûlée and beer while taking in the views?! This was by far the BEST crème brûlée I have had in all of Paris (and I’m a sucker for those creamy, custardy, crunchy, treats!)

Have YOU seen Moulin Rouge? Perhaps it’ll be on my to-do list next time I am in Paris!

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